Song of Songs 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
3 And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.
4 They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves thee.
Draw me, we will run after thee! — The king hath brought me into his chambers — We will be glad and rejoice in thee, We will remember thy love more than wine. They love thee uprightly.
5 I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
6 Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
Look not upon me, because I am black; Because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me: They made me keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 Tell me, [thou] whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of thy companions.
Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
8 If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherd's tents.
If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
9 I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 How are thy cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, thy neck as chains!
Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
11 We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
12 So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13 My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.
14 My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.
